Shuffling in his socks in a parking lot at the Atlanta airport, his eyes barely open, Jake Roberts slurred his words as he argued with Diamond Dallas Page that he wasn't drunk.
Roberts wasn't convincing in the least. He wobbled as he cursed and yelled at the cameraman to stop filming. The amount he claimed to have had to drink that night kept shifting.
Three beers. Two beers. Four beers.
"I grew up in the bar biz. I can smell it!" Page growled at his longtime friend.
This was a familiar scene during Roberts' arduous climb to sobriety. The legendary pro wrestler despera...
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